I'm going to take you back to February 28th of 2015. Six weeks prior to that, I'd quit my horrific EDJ to fulfill my carefully planned dream (Ah, the best laid plans of mice and men. You know it Steinbeck.) of writing fulltime. Did I work tirelessly, 60 - 70 hours per week for three years so I could save up for such a risky venture? Heck yes! I'm no idiot *cough cough*. But then, six weeks into my dream existence with my meticulously thought-out writing schedule in place, I got a very unexpected phone call.
One of my daughters found herself in the midst of a crisis, and it rocked my world almost as much as hers. It was one of those moments where you drop absolutely everything and book the very next flight to a destination a thousand miles away from home. I thought at the time, hey, I can help her out with this, go into Extreme Mom mode, stick around for a couple of weeks for moral support, then go back home. Fast forward to four and a half months later.
Had that been the only thing going on, it would've been bad enough. But more family events occurred (Hey, why not? No drama was left untouched!) to create yet more upheaval, and through all of that? I kept writing. Part of it was deadlines and part of it was that I'd quit my other job, which ironically, I probably would've had to do anyway. I was thankful, and still am, that all I needed was my laptop and an internet connection to continue my career and pay my bills from wherever I was. Of course, the unrelenting psychodrama caused me to miss some of my deadlines, which then of course, put me further behind in my series installments.
A couple of projects got sidelined in order to make room for those installments so that you could at least have those while I waited pointlessly for things to settle down. For example, the Biking Bad follow-ups and the full-length novel of Soaring Past Death from the DRITC short are postponed until 2017. Theo and Francesco's story from The Hampton Road Club probably won't be out until next spring if I'm lucky. And I'm so behind on my free blog stories (I swear, Michael and Javier will be done soon!) that it's ridiculous. I love my men. I want all of them to get their stories and they're in my head driving me crazy at night as I try to fall asleep. But during the day when I'm awake and could be writing them all down, something else will happen to derail my plans for that day.
Not all of the past eighteen months has been because of the events in that one daughter's life (although it's not resolved yet), there was actually a much more recent one that happened at the end of May that wins the Suckfest Grand Prize in my life for the past decade, possibly more. This incident involved broken trust, shattered hopes and piles of angst to the tenth power. Oh, and some thievery too to keep it interesting. You may notice a slight shift in the depth of emotion in some of my stories as a result. Gotta find the positive in everything, right?
In conclusion, it's going to take me a while before I get even marginally close to where I thought I'd be at the beginning of 2015. Or at the very least, where I'd hoped I'd be soon. I no longer want to make definitive promises to anyone in terms of exact dates when books will be out, unless they've already been written, edited and formatted, because it seems that every time I do, yet another crisis rears it's ugly head. Why I'm not strapped up in the corner of a dark room frothing at the mouth right now is beyond me.
But you know what? If it hadn't been for the escape I've had while writing, I believe I would've fallen apart and that might not be too much of an exaggeration. So thank you, thank you, thank you. Without the support and love and encouragement from all you wonderful readers, I might not have had the courage to keep going. I owe you everything. In the meantime, I'm still writing and I never want to stop. That much I can promise you.
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